Blogtoberfest Day 16: Mr Mango

Here is a mango. Do you think he's happy that he's about to be eaten?

It's almost mango season, first mangoes are in the shops. This fills my bloody, sinewy heart with deep inner joy. Mango season is my very favourite part of the year. I look forward to it, I mourn it once it's done and dusted. I love standing over the sink with skin and seed, sucking all the goodness from it, all the flesh, every single slither.

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Cebu Mangoes

Originally uploaded by Farl

Can I say mangoes? I love mangoes. It's mango season here. Nothing like standing over the sink with mango juice running down your chin, your arms, and that sweetness. Ah the sweetness - that first taste of mango for the season. It's addictive. It hits you. That mango love. Ah for a mango, I'd do almost anything. Just don't mix it with anything savoury - eeek - no no no, mangoes served as they are, perfect for me.

I ate one a day in the latter stages of my pregnancy with the Doctor. You'd think he'd be a fool for mangoes too - but at the moment, he's more of a strawberry kind of guy. But Tiny. Well she's a sucker for mangoes. She loves grabbing at that slippery piece of sweetness. Shoving it in her mouth - uh oh - missed, try again. Oh man, she loves the mangoes, just like her mango-lovin' mama.

This week's theme was chosen by the very clever Beth at cloth and fodder. Thanks to Angela at three buttons for hosting this is.